Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Third Week of Lent: The Wilderness Path of Light

We shall never achieve harmony with the land, anymore than we shall achieve absolute justice or liberty for people. In these higher aspirations the important thing is not to achieve but to strive.
-Aldo Leopold

Most people would agree that Thoreau was the original American nature writer. His reflection on his two years on Walden Pond is classic and the root from which many others have grown. One of the greatest of these was Aldo Leopold.

Aldo Leopold (1887 – 1948) was an American author, philosopher, scientist, ecologist, forester, conservationist, and environmentalist. He was a professor at the University of Wisconsin and is best known for his book A Sand County Almanac (1949), which has sold more than two million copies…. Leopold was influential in the development of modern environmental ethics and in the movement for wilderness conservation…. He emphasized biodiversity and ecology and was a founder of the science of wildlife management. -Link

What does Leopold as an heir of Thoreau have to teach us this Lenten season? How can we discover new insights into our spiritual lives in this world from him? I for one believe that wilderness and nature is always an excellent starting point for any spiritual journey. It is not coincidence that we use Jesus’ wilderness temptations as the starting point for Lent or that the Desert Fathers and Mothers went into a wilderness to find their own souls closer to God. The presence and possibility of nature in all its hope and danger is a place to learn about the limits of our human condition.

Leopold began the Foreword to A Sand County Almanac:

THERE are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. These essays are the delights and dilemmas of one who cannot. Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them. Now we face the question whether a still higher ‘standard of living' is worth its cost in things natural, wild, and free. (P. vii)

Leopold was in the forefront of a movement that saw great danger in what we humans were (and are) doing to the natural world. He understood that his view can only begin to be discussed once we have enough food to eat, that is, we are beyond basic survival mode. But unfettered progress was not necessarily a good thing either.

The whole conflict thus boils down to a question of degree. We of the minority see a law of diminishing returns in progress; our opponents do not. … (P. vii)

I am currently reading a truly interesting history of the two sides of the debate of the future of humanity. In The Wizard and the Prophet, Charles Mann tells the story of the “two sides of a century-long dispute between what Mann calls “wizards,” who believe that science will allow humans to continue prospering, and “prophets,” who predict disaster unless we accept that our planet's resources are limited.” (Kirkus Review)  Leopold was part of the side Mann calls the “prophets.” They see the earth’s resources as limited, needing to be protected or we will misuse, abuse, and eventually eliminate them to our own and the world’s detriment.

These two sides have not been reconciled and remain clearly opponents in the debate. Leopold concludes his Foreword with these words:

[O]ur bigger-and-better society is now like a hypochondriac, so obsessed with its own economic health as to have lost the capacity to remain healthy. The whole world is so greedy for more bathtubs that it has lost the stability necessary to build them, or even to tum off the tap. Nothing could be more salutary at this stage than a little healthy contempt for a plethora of material blessings. (P. ix)

Many of us raised in the environmentalism of the 60s will easily fall on the Aldo Leopold side of the debate. Such a view is based on an understanding of ultimately limited resources, maintaining stewardship of what we have, the absolute interrelatedness of humans and nature, and finally, the dangers of a consumer-driven society where more and bigger is always better (even as we gladly participate in it.)

I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.
- Annie Dillard

Many of us also know the advantages of “nature.” Books like A Sand County Almanac and Annie Dillard’s A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (1974) have opened many of us to the amazing world around us. They have shown us both the “otherness” of nature and our connectedness, even dependence on it. It is a place that, as others have said, one must go prepared, or not at all. I am one of those who believes that the “spiritual” is the best way to be prepared for what it has to teach us and what I need to learn.

I don’t mean just wilderness, either. It can be the town park, the woods off the side of the road, the Bald Eagle’s nest along the river on the edge of the city. It can be a bike trail, a neighborhood street, or the nearest state park. If we go there with an openness to what’s there, what’s new, and what’s old, we will never be disappointed. Sometimes we look up at the canopy or the sky; at other times we get down and explore the square foot of earth beneath our feet. They are both filled with wonder and beyond.

They are filled with God and the words of God. They are icons- images that open to the indescribable. They are sacraments- outward and visible signs and means of God’s grace.

The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.

Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
-Annie Dillard

I pray that we not lose sight of this value of the natural world. I pray that as we go through our days, the possibility of finding God in all places will deepen our spiritual health through the world around us. The inward journey of Lent can prepare us for that. It is why we return here every year. We walk our inner labyrinths in order to circle and then touch the holy center of who we are.

There are many lessons to be learned, explored, and acted upon in these writings of Leopold and Dillard, heirs of Thoreau. We in the faith community know some of them, in our own imperfect human ways. We preach stewardship but often forget about the stewardship of the world around us. We sing of our “awesome wonder” at all the works God’s hands have made, yet pay little thought to how we can help protect and enhance that. We know of the value of community but overlook the greater community of the interconnectedness of the world.

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you can rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
-Annie Dillard

This week of Lent, may I walk into the Light, put myself into the path of it’s cleansing and healing beam. Then sail into the presence of the Creator! Let us do it together.

To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.
-Aldo Leopold

Friday, January 15, 2016

My Top Ten

As I said last week, I have been posting pictures to a couple sites. Without going into the details for fear of being told I'm seeking for votes for my pictures, I thought I would post what have been among my Top Ten pictures over the past month. I am actually proud of what has been chosen. But I am also surprised by what is interesting to people and what isn't. Some of my own favorites are down toward the bottom of the Top 100+. Guess that shows that taste is in each person's perspective and beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.

Any way here are the Top 10.

#10. Spring in Rochester
# 9 Catching Surf in Clearwater, FL
# 8 Cones and Spring Color


#7 Biking Bridge Park Rapids, MN
#6 Rochester Peace Plaza at Christmas

#5 Heavy Surf Gulf Shores, AL

#4 Quote (Gulf Shores, AL)

#3 Fall Leaves Great Bluff Park, Minnesota

#2 Pelican Take-off Gulf Shores, AL



I have to say that #1 is also one of my all-time favorites, taken almost 13 years ago now.

#1 Bridge in Winter, Mt. Morris Camp and Conference Center, Wisconsin

Sunday, September 07, 2014

A Family Scene At Home

I wanted to title this one, the family that sits together, but I thought better of it.


Anyway, stopped by Lebanon Hills Regional Park in Eagan on Friday and took a short walk at Jensen Lake. I came across this laid-back group just sitting. They could have cared less than I was there. I got a tired eye, but I guess they knew I was friendly. And just a few feet away sat the fourth of the family, I assume.




Not far away were these trees, 
still with the greens of summer,
but soon to fade, I'm sad to say.





On a sign nearby, this wondrous quote.

Friday, August 08, 2014

Frog Camo


Thursday, May 08, 2014

In Memoriam: Author Farley Mowat

Canadian author Farley Mowat, a master storyteller and tireless defender of nature and wildlife, has died. He was 92.

An interview with Mowat about his memoir, Bay of Spirits.




A clip from the movie adaptation of his remarkable book, Never Cry Wolf

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Stopping Nature Deficit Disorder


This past Sunday I spent about 10 minutes standing next to my bed feeling pulled in two directions. The sun was shining in, reflected off the beauty of snow. I knew the temperature was in the low 30s, probably for the last time in at least ten days. I had not had my snow shoes on for three years (January 2011) and felt isolated from the wonder of a wonderful winter landscape.

But that bed kept calling. Nap time! Nap time!

With a burst of energy I got out my insulated underwear and got ready to head out the door.


I was not in the least bit sorry that I had won the battle against the Nap.






Naturally I went to my favorite location- Whitewater State Park. It was actually relatively "busy". I saw about 10 other people out snowshoeing and one cross country skier. It was not crowded, just busy. The portion of the river by the trail I was on was mostly frozen over until I got to a couple of the places with more active water.

I have also heard that robins don't actually migrate for the winter. I now have proof that at least some robins still hang around these northern climes all year round.


(Actually, they do migrate to find food, not to escape the cold. If there is enough food where they are, they don't migrate. Pretty good thinking, if you ask me.)


I chased them away when I first came mushing up, but after I stood still for a few minutes they returned.


I am a firm believer that there is a syndrome which can be called Nature Deficit Disorder (Richard Louv- the human costs of alienation from nature). It can cause great difficulties for us if we do not get out in the real air and honest sunshine with external exercise.


The 600+ calories I worked off in an hour or so on a two mile snowshoe expedition felt far more satisfying than the average indoor stationary bike riding I have been doing. (Note: Thanks to that indoor riding,though, I was able to easily do the two miles on the snowshoes! Felt great, in fact.)


I was elated by what I was seeing. I was uplifted by the drive over to Whitewater through miles of fields white for winter. I had not realized how much I had missed this until I was actually doing it.

I no longer feel as boxed in, out of touch with the world I am surrounded by. There is a freedom of soul that comes from being "out there" putting an end, for this week at least, to my winter Nature Deficit.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

The Season of Flowers Past

It is autumn in my northern world. The trees are nearly bare; the flowers fading into memory. But one of my naturalist teachers through remarkable writing reminds me that all is connected, even at these times. I think back to the summer and a flower I may have accidentally hurt or even picked to take a closer look. The flowers of the summer are gone. The flowers of the spring are storing life in a deep, dark sleep. The flowers of autumn are ready to add their molecules to the compost.

All in all, it is a time for regrouping and looking ahead.

But we must be careful. All is connected. All things are one, the stuff of stars and the dust of eons past.

One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
Loren Eiseley

Thursday, September 12, 2013

In the Grass


Snail crawling down
(Scan from slide)
Date: early 1980s
Pine Creek, PA

Saturday, August 17, 2013

A Milestone and a Record Week

This was quite a cycling week.
I worked six days this week so I also bike commuted six days!

That's  the record- six days commuting in a row! Which was 71 miles.

Then:

Putting all the stationary miles (504) and road bike miles (516) together for this year, I passed 1000 miles.

My wife commented that biking to work was like playing before and after work. It sure helps to start the day with some nice exercise, watching the river and creek, listening for the same duck quack at the same place along the ride every morning. I am now riding in just before the sun comes up. In a river valley that means places of fog kind of drifting upward while the light illuminates it. I am awed every morning.

THAT is a great way to start each day- in awe of the creation.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Never Enough

EaglePoster
Rochester, MN
June 23, 2013


Me (to myself): Don't I have enough pictures of eagles?

Me (in response to myself): You can never have enough pictures of eagles.

Monday, April 22, 2013

For Earth Day

I was there at the beginning.

April 22, 1970.

It was a beauty of a day in Bethlehem, PA, where I was a senior in college. A great day to sit and enjoy the weather, friends, sun, and political rhetoric of a barely-born environmental movement. Looking back, it's amazing how much we didn't know, yet how intuitively we knew something was wrong.

Of course, in Bethlehem, PA, we didn't have to look much farther than the hoods of our cars to see what pollution was doing. Bethlehem Steel was about to begin its headlong movement into extinction, but not before it deposited soot and crud on our cars and into our lungs.

So maybe we were sitting at one of those environmental ground zeroes. Not as bad as Love Canal, but bad enough for us to know that snow was not as white as we wished it would be.

But enough of that. Such reminiscing only brings sadness. The future may be even darker. Climate change is real- caused by us and factors beyond our control. It isn't a pretty sight.

Today, Earth Day 2013, here are some pictures that remind me why we have to do this. They are of places filled with life. They are images of what we will lose. We must not waste our planet- our blue marble in the darkness of space.

Spring 78 (5)

Spring Misc (1)

Gulf Shores 2013

The Bridge at Mt Morris

TroutLily4 Whitewater State Park, MN

BWCA9

Bluebird at Whitewater Park in MN



ButterflyBee on Pine Creek Trail

Eagle CU Along Root River Trail, MN

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Nature Deficit

It's not listed as a medically recognized disorder, but I know I have it. Richard Louv in a 2005 book about children not having enough time in nature came up with the phrase, Nature Deficit Disorder. According to Wikipedia:

[H]uman beings, especially children, are spending less time outdoors resulting in a wide range of behavioral problems....

Louv claims that causes for the phenomenon include parental fears, restricted access to natural areas, and the lure of the screen.

Louv argues that sensationalist media coverage and paranoid parents have literally "scared children straight out of the woods and fields," while promoting a litigious culture of fear that favors "safe" regimented sports over imaginative play.

In recognizing these trends, some people argue that humans have an instinctive liking for nature—the biophilia hypothesis—and take steps to spend more time outdoors, for example in outdoor education, or by sending young children to forest kindergartens or forest schools.
Louv has a book now, The Nature Principle, that says the same is true for adults as much as for children.

I agree. Wholeheartedly.

Last week several people at work asked me either
Are you feeling okay?

or

Is anything wrong? You don't seem yourself.

No, it's not seasonal affective disorder. It's not about the amount of sunshine available in my life; it's the amount of nature time that I'm not able to get at this time of the year. Add to the cold (frigid at times) the fact that we haven't had the snow to be able to get out on my snowshoes and you have my low energy and lack of pizazz in my life, actions and affect.

It isn't about exercise, either, since I still get a lot of that. I've done over 70 miles on the stationary bike this month- and i haven't even been pushing it.

The treatment is obvious. Get outside. Bundle up and move my body to the great, wide outdoors. Which in Minnesota is easier said than done, of course. In a few weeks I will be able to get out and get my winter quota of beach and gulf water, sun, and sand. I will be refreshed. Until then, well, I am whining to all of you about it. That's a start. Talking always helps.

Then I can look at pictures like this one:
TroutLily3 Whitewater State Park, MN
That gets me thinking about the summer ahead when outdoors is easier.

Or this picture:
SnowPier


Which reminds me of how wonderful the world around me is, even in winter.
And one more:
Pan of Target Field Minneapolis


That tells me that an outdoor baseball stadium is still the way to watch the game.. 
and opening day is only 9 weeks away.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

At the Heart of Winter

IceRock

Whitewater State Park, MN
January 2, 2011

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Contrasts in the Badlands



Badlands, SD
July 21, 2007

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Trivial Trivia

Yes, perhaps even more trivial than your average trivia. Thanks to Live Science I know seven things about moths that I didn't know before. At least not in as much depth.  The one I found most intriguing for its sheer scientific triviality was this one:

A male moth can smell a female more than 7 miles away.

Though they lack noses, moths are expert sniffers. They detect odor molecules using their antennae instead of through nostrils. Male giant silkworm moths have elaborate, feather-shaped antennae with hairlike scent receptors that allow them to detect a single molecule of a female moth's sex hormone from 7 miles (11 kilometers) away.
When I shared this with my wife she was quite underwhelmed. "Yeah. So?"

Well I thought it amazingly intriguing.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Trumpets in the Trees

FlaTpts

Sunken Gardens, St. Petersburg, FL
April 22, 2006

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Knee Head High By the 4th of July




An early spring and some hot weather

has given us quite a start on the corn crop.





There are even the start of ears of corn.

Monday, July 02, 2012

A Monday Morning Think About It

Another "fictional" chapter epigraph from Jack McDevitt's Firebird.

A valley that offers true solitude can provide an exhilerating experience for the soul. Just don't go in there alone. --p. 153

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A 40-year Memory: Early Demise Proven False

On this date in 1972, the National weather service issued it's (supposed) last bulletin on Hurricane Agnes. It had made landfall in Florida and weakened. It was not to be any more of a danger to anyone.

Sorry to say they were wrong as it became the most costly hurricane/tropical storm through that time. Within the next 5 days its rains would drench the northeast and turn rivers into RIVERS! I was there in north central Pennsylvania as it happened. Somewhere in my closet of boxes I have some pictures I took at the time. I doubt I will be able to find them in time for this 40-year anniversary.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Just Because It's There